I’ve been trying to establish a writing habit for years now, but life, excuses, and fear get in the way. I wrote this poem (in 2019) to myself based on my pinned Twitter post (handle @pikeprose) to remind myself to just do it. I need to print it so I can read it daily.
You, the writer
who doesn’t write
holding the pen
without ink
You, the writer
a cacophony of characters
crying out constantly
without a voice
You, the writer
with a torrent of ideas
flooding every synapse —
themes, plots, wonders, and words
You, the writer
you must release
words on paper
ideas in ink
You, the writer
stop dreaming,
thinking, hoping,
wishing, wanting
You are a writer
only when writing;
write before time lost
becomes the world’s loss.
You, the writer
fill your pen,
release the words,
Free Yourself.
Published on Medium 9/27/2019